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I could have chosen not to be Jewish.<br />
My brother did it —<br />
It’d be easy.<br />
Ask him whether he’s Jewish,<br />
A succinct “no.”<br />
I doubt he even knows what happened in Pittsburgh,<br />
But I’m not masochistic enough to call and ask.<br />
I could have chosen not to be Jewish.<br />
Why didn’t I?<br />
Bentley<br />
Addison<br />
I would have fewer tragedies to mourn,<br />
Less despair and devastation to feel,<br />
Less trauma to remember and constantly be reminded of.<br />
I wouldn’t be looked at funny in Catholic school<br />
Or be forced to “explain” this funky religion to the class.<br />
Eyes wouldn’t swivel to me whenever the Holocaust came up,<br />
I wouldn’t have had to sit,<br />
Holding back tears, in my cafeteria<br />
As kids pelted me with coins.<br />
My high school class president wouldn’t think it funny —<br />
wouldn’t think it funny at all —<br />
To walk up to me,<br />
Say “Six Million,”<br />
And walk away, cackling to herself.<br />
Life would be easier if I were not Jewish, yes.<br />
But so much of its meaning would be<br />
Lost.<br />
Few things bring me more joy<br />
Than closing my eyes at the start of Shabbat services<br />
And letting the sounds of fifteen voices<br />
Singing Yedid Nefesh<br />
Cascade over my being,<br />
My grandmother’s matzo ball soup,<br />
Filling my ears with the sounds of my history,<br />
Slaved over for hours in her condo kitchen.<br />
Carrots and celery sliced as a family,<br />
Every time eaten from the same bowls —<br />
Pastel colors with pictures of pears on the inside,<br />
I could have<br />
chosen not<br />
to be Jewish<br />
Going to shul with her,<br />
Being fascinated by the pretty children’s machzor,<br />
The intricate designs forming a web across the cover,<br />
The funny “ch” sound that, surprisingly,<br />
Didn’t sound like “check” at all!<br />
Saying that letter<br />
(although probably brutally butchering it<br />
the first thousand times)<br />
Marked me as a part of something.<br />
Something beautiful,<br />
Something foreign,<br />
Something not mundane, like the “ch” in “check.”<br />
My ancestors made this sound,<br />
My ancestors sang these songs,<br />
My ancestors prayed these prayers.<br />
I am here because they cannot be,<br />
And I’ll be damned if I let their memory slip away.<br />
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